Then, like some sick form of karma, all the ailments that a Paleo diet is said to cure starting falling upon me. My brain was in a fog. My stomach ached. I slept enough but felt like I'd been awake for days upon end. My nails had telltale little white spots indicating a nutritional deficiency despite my well-balanced diet. My joints were sore, I couldn't put on muscle, and forgot every piece of information that entered my brain.
This all happened when my son stopped breastfeeding. That means my diet was finally unrestricted due to his allergies. I was once again free to indulge in whatever I felt like whenever I wanted. It was like I was a relapsing drug addict. I ate cheese. And bread. And more cheese. Oh did I mention cheese? I shoved forkfuls of melty-gooey pasta in myRead More »from A Dietitian’s Confession: Why I’m Changing My Tune on the Paleo Diet